𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃
He says he can wait.
That he'll heal me, love me, treat me like I'm something whole. But what happens when he steps into the wreckage of a heart so broken, so bruised, that there's...
"Truth, Dare, Spin bottles, You know how to ball, I know Aristotle"
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"So, when are you going to ask me?" Evyaan asked, and the people behind seemed interested in the conversation.
I threw a questionable look at him, but he didn't budge. My heartbeat raced at the thought of asking Evyaan and seeing him like that. To add to my trembling, his shirt only had five buttons. God, why is he doing this?
Isha's eyebrows furrowed with confusion too, "What do you mean, Evyaan? We're not supposed to ask within the group, are we?" Isha asked, almost making it sound amusing.
"There's no rule like that, Samayara. Ask me," he insisted, shifting his gaze to me, sending shivers down my spine.
"Evyaan—"
"Heyy, Evyaan, long time no see," the guy Isha had wanted to approach interrupted, stepping towards him.
"Hey, Rohan," Evyaan replied in a neutral yet annoyed tone.
"Sorry, not sorry for eavesdropping, but why are you asking her to ask you? And what is it?" he inquired, offering me a polite smile. I reciprocated.
"It's a dare," Evyaan replied, removing his hands from his shoulder.
"Interesting," the guy remarked, making the situation more awkward as his friends also joined him. Despite knowing Isha was with me, the presence of so many tall figures made me tremble a little. I took a deep breath, attempting to shake off the feeling, and Evyaan seemed to notice as he stepped closer, urging me again.
"Ask me, Samayara," he said boldly, his voice dripping with confidence.
I froze, my cheeks heating up as I tried to process his words. He stood there, completely sure of himself, like he knew the effect he had on me.
Why did he have to look so effortlessly perfect while I was falling apart?
"Bro, at least tell me what's going on," the guy interrupted again, his tone laced with impatience.
Evyaan didn't even flinch. Instead, he grabbed the guy's shirt with a sharp, almost ruthless motion, yanking him closer. Whatever he whispered into his ear made the guy's smirk falter, just for a moment, before Evyaan shoved him away.
The guy stumbled, catching himself before standing upright. He shot us a knowing smirk, a flicker of mischief in his eyes, before walking off with his friends.
"Evyaan, you don't have to do-" i suggested as the other guy, Rohan was walking away.
"Just ask me, Samayara, and I'll do anything," he said roughly, ruffling his hair in frustration. Isha signaled me to ask him, as she disappeared, joining the guys who were leaving.
"Can you... open the five buttons on your shirt, Evyaan?" I asked, avoiding his gaze as I felt too intimidated to look him in the eye.
